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I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Broke the bank, cashed out I kept dancin' (I did it again) Locked in, tryna make a couple moves before I touch down Money callin', wrist splash, I'm glistennin' I pay attention to the commas when we talkin' You know I'm all about the paper, babe Tell me that you proud of me Don't you ever lie to me This ain't what I wanted, baby, this is what it gotta be It ain't no declinin' me, takin' no apology Tryna take it out but they don't know what's up inside of me I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Broke the bank, cashed out I kept dancin' I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Broke the bank, cashed out I kept dancin' I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit I'm livin' this best for real Shakin' my D's and runnin' my check up, in all of my hands for real Flip seventeen and all they see was seventy bands to chill I'm gettin' my money and they can't stand it for real All of my dawgs got sticks and choppas And they gon' blem them shits for real Damages, I promise, I can't plan this shit for real Manage with the slicin', cuts and bandage it for real We pull up, hoppin' out the banshee Solid wallet, oh it's your baby mama in Miami (Yeah) Put the gloves on, I can't wear the brick, hands free (Yeah) Bitch I'm from the brick and I can't let no nigga scare me (Yeah) Trap back boomin' 'cause my niggas got no plan B Me I'm dandy, si-sippin' brandy, with drip of candy, oh yeah I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Broke the bank, cashed out I kept dancin' I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Went from the coupe to the jet, crashbandit I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Broke the bank, cashed out I kept dancin' I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit Need more than a bill when I pull up You ain't talkin' no check, boy shut up All gas, propane, when I fill up Nearly sick to your stomach might throw up It ain't you unless I told you You stuck on my old moves They claimin' that they down better quit 'fore I expose you I had some ups, I had some downs I had to break, I had to fall I had some wins but understand that I also took a loss Been a few that tried to cross and just like that they paid the cost It ain't much for me to say, I think that I might risk it all I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Broke the bank, cashed out I kept dancin' I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Broke the bank, cashed out I kept dancin' I got some money for myself And you can't stand it Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit Went from the coupe to the jet, crash bandit
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Sydne George, David Cunningham, Tiana Hernandez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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